my childhood home-my parents lived in this house from 1952 until their passing in 2004
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Crisp leaves cling to bark~ childhood scent of burning wood. My breath fogs the glass. Mother's voice hums through the walls. Time dissolves like sugar cubes.
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